After school today, I met up with Mum to go for lunch together. Initially some of my classmates had wheedled me to go along with them for lunch. But when one decided to back out, the other one also backed out. So alas I decided that I will have lunch with Mum.

After lunch, it was Mum's interview for a new job; in a boutique shop, located at International Plaza, situated in the CBD. She was quite fickle at first; wondering things from whether there will be business for a boutique shop in the CBD to whether she will have to pack out clothes from the store room. I did not include my personal opinions when she questioned me about whether she should go for the interview or otherwise. At last she decided to go for the interview, where I stayed put in Coffee Bean, scanning through some magazines on the rack, though not the renown ones. She was back in less than 10minutes, stating that there was miscommunication between the person who my Mum called and the manager at that shop outlet, so they will ring my Mum after they discuss about the amount of pay.

Then as we were going home by the MRT, a boy. or perhaps a man, in his late teens looked at my attire, where he took quite a long time glancing. I felt funny so I went to look at myself on the mirror of the lift. Then I realised the way I dressed was awkward. A long shirt accompanied with short shorts, looks "obiang"(not very cool) indeed. I never thought of keeping abreast of fashion, but I never expected that my fashion sense is really so dull. It seems like I am not abashed of my poor fashion sense, because how people view me on my outward appearance is not as important as them viewing my innate qualities and talents.

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